《Growing Old》Interns
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Izuku mumbled to himself as he nibbles the top of his red pen. He took some notes in his notebook, rolling his chair a bit to the side to grab and read a piece of paper. The door opened and he looked up, seeing Bakugo in his winter suit.
The blonde pulled his mask off his eyes and over his head like a headband, "The interns are here."
"Really?!" Izuku asked excitedly. "I analyzed the 6 of them. Thinking you'd take three and I'd take three."
"Their coming up now, I was just faster. Heads up, they are a bunch of stuck ups. Except for Eri." Bakugo informed.
Izuku fist bumped the air, "She took my offer!"
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Izuku went to open it as he knew Bakugo could potentially rain hell on their parade. He opened it with a smile, allowing the teens to enter the room. Bakugo sat at his desk and cupped his hands together, staring at the six interns.
"State your name and quirk." Bakugo ordered, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen.
"Eshal. Quirk, Bear Claws."
"Isobel. Quirk, Thunder Balloon."
"Eri. Quirk, Rewind."
"Tyrell. Quirk, Poison Cloud."
"Ozera. Quirk, Distort."
"Sendo. Quirk, Phoenix."
Izuku beamed at the six, "After seeing your quirks in the Sports Festival, I think I've narrowed down who'll be working with who. Ozera, Eri, and Eshal will be with me."
"Meaning the rest of you brats are with me." Bakugo stated, getting hit on the back of the head by the greenette.
"We'll be starting right away." Izuku informed. "So, go get changed and meet us out front."
The teens left and the two went downstairs to wait for them. They passed by offices of other small heroes or employees, waving, before reaching the main lobby.
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"You gave me the stuck up." Bakugo huffed, pulling his mask down to his eyes.
Izuku shook his head, "No, I gave you the ones who have a quirk with your sort of style."
Bakugo rolled his eyes but planted a kiss to Izuku's lips before the students walked out. The greenette's eyes sparkled at their costumes, gears turning in his head as he pieced together support items and small details.
"At attention." Bakugo ordered the kids, which also got Izuku's attention. "Today is only patrolling. Hopefully we'll get a grasp on your quirk."
"That's all we're doing? Really?" Sendo scoffed.
"Now listen here, you little-"
"Just for today." Izuku cut him off. "Now, lets go!"
Everyone left the lobby, the group splitting in two. The two heroes looked back at each other, smiling, and going their own ways.
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